"So, where is this compound that you live in?" I asked as he continued towards the louder section of the bar.
My father had never mentioned any ‘compound’ Jackson lived at. It may not have been in use when my father was a member here. I was fine just staying here at the bar. I was sure they had a cot in the back that I could use. I did not expect actually to have to live with him, even temporarily. However, I had agreed to this whole idea of us pretending to be together. I suppose that living with him in his ‘compound’ was a role reserved for 'his woman'.
I would never have considered moving in with someone straight after meeting them again after such a long time. He was going to make it look like I was invited back for a night, and the night went great, so things would appear to devel
